[Silver Sand Stretch]
"Sorry." Zabb says, realizing he's not helping by continuing to bring up smiting. She must still fear that she's in danger, that one wrong move and he'll come for her. No danger of that happening, unless she turns out to be evil and malicious!
Of course, he keeps that to himself this time.
He sucks his thumb as he considers the question. "Well, my station is on one of the islands in the middle of the sea, so I'm always out here!" He decides to be more specific. "I'm here at this moment, right now, because I wanted to play in the sand, make a huge sandcastle. Wanna make one? It'll be fuuuun!" He declares, running circles around her. "So, what are the shells for?"